Tank Job version 2.0
I'm not in a good mood tonight.
Its not every night you find out your hometown professional basketball team is comprised of a collection of wimps, sissies and yella-bellies.
Yes, I'm talking about the Cadavers...err Cavaliers. It is really unfathomable how much this season is resembling last season. Virtually identical won-loss records at the All-Star break, and both years they come out flatter than a jailhouse pancake.
Here what disturbs me most. Aside from the obvious losing of games. Sunday afternoon, they weren't just defeated by Detroit on national television, they were absolutely DESTROYED by the Pistons. Rasheed Wallace cracked big Z upside the head, knocked down a few jumpers, and promptly spent the rest of the game cackling on the bench as the network provided about 835 cutaways to the Detroit bench. Every time, without fail, there was good 'ol 'Sheed laughing it up at the hapless Cavaliers trying to play basketball.
So of course, the Cavs came out with fire in their eyes tonight at "The Q," determined to wipe that sickening grim of Wallace's face and teach him and the rest of the Pistons that NOBODY will push them around in their house, right? RIGHT?
Of course not, instead, the marshmallow-soft Cavaliers continued to get out-hustled, and out-muscled and flat-out outplayed as the Pistons cruised for yet another easy win. Worst of all, the Cavs did not turn the game physical or even attempt to look the least bit upset about being completely owned by another team.
Is there one player on this team that has any stones? Where is the shoving, elbowing, arm-barring? Why won't they do ANYTHING to take Detroit out of their game? The Cavs have established they are far from the best defensive team in the league, so why not take a page out of Larry Bird's book and give Rasheed a reason to get himself ejected?
Are you telling me if Stephen Graham delivers consecutive elbows to 'Sheed's abdomin on picks, that Wallace isn't going to absolutely blow his top and probably punt a basketball into the stands at some point, eventually leaving the court with no shirt on as the fans mockingly waive him goodbye?
Nope, not these Cavs. They are all playing their "boys." They slap hands and chest bump prior to tipoff and after the Pistons have delivered an ass whoopin'. There are no hard feelings. Afterall, they were just the better team right? Its enough to make you want to vomit.
I'll leave you all with an actual quote from Mr. Wallace himself, commenting on Ilgauskas half-hearted attempt to give Rasheed a hard foul. This pretty much sums it all up:
The two tangled again in the rematch, but Wallace simply laughed when Ilgauskas shoved him to the floor in the second quarter.
"I guess that was his wannabe retaliation," Wallace said. "I started laughing and got a [technical foul] for that."
Its not every night you find out your hometown professional basketball team is comprised of a collection of wimps, sissies and yella-bellies.
Yes, I'm talking about the Cadavers...err Cavaliers. It is really unfathomable how much this season is resembling last season. Virtually identical won-loss records at the All-Star break, and both years they come out flatter than a jailhouse pancake.
Here what disturbs me most. Aside from the obvious losing of games. Sunday afternoon, they weren't just defeated by Detroit on national television, they were absolutely DESTROYED by the Pistons. Rasheed Wallace cracked big Z upside the head, knocked down a few jumpers, and promptly spent the rest of the game cackling on the bench as the network provided about 835 cutaways to the Detroit bench. Every time, without fail, there was good 'ol 'Sheed laughing it up at the hapless Cavaliers trying to play basketball.
So of course, the Cavs came out with fire in their eyes tonight at "The Q," determined to wipe that sickening grim of Wallace's face and teach him and the rest of the Pistons that NOBODY will push them around in their house, right? RIGHT?
Of course not, instead, the marshmallow-soft Cavaliers continued to get out-hustled, and out-muscled and flat-out outplayed as the Pistons cruised for yet another easy win. Worst of all, the Cavs did not turn the game physical or even attempt to look the least bit upset about being completely owned by another team.
Is there one player on this team that has any stones? Where is the shoving, elbowing, arm-barring? Why won't they do ANYTHING to take Detroit out of their game? The Cavs have established they are far from the best defensive team in the league, so why not take a page out of Larry Bird's book and give Rasheed a reason to get himself ejected?
Are you telling me if Stephen Graham delivers consecutive elbows to 'Sheed's abdomin on picks, that Wallace isn't going to absolutely blow his top and probably punt a basketball into the stands at some point, eventually leaving the court with no shirt on as the fans mockingly waive him goodbye?
Nope, not these Cavs. They are all playing their "boys." They slap hands and chest bump prior to tipoff and after the Pistons have delivered an ass whoopin'. There are no hard feelings. Afterall, they were just the better team right? Its enough to make you want to vomit.
I'll leave you all with an actual quote from Mr. Wallace himself, commenting on Ilgauskas half-hearted attempt to give Rasheed a hard foul. This pretty much sums it all up:
The two tangled again in the rematch, but Wallace simply laughed when Ilgauskas shoved him to the floor in the second quarter.
"I guess that was his wannabe retaliation," Wallace said. "I started laughing and got a [technical foul] for that."
posted by Jon Sladek at 9:45 PM
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